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    June 2014, Las Vegas

    Post the Las Vegas Scene, sub!Shane drops hard and Dom!Ilya races to save him.

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    From Jane: We didn't even kiss

    Shane didn't mean to send the text. He was so dizzy and cold and unsteady after leaving Ilya's room, he didn't even remember if he HAD sent the text. His fingers were too numb to undo his shirt buttons, he felt like the floor was dropping out from beneath him, he was nauseous and exhausted and didn't know why he couldn't stop shaking, why couldn't he stop shaking...?

    From Jane: ww dnt v ks

    The text came through as gibberish, and “Fuck.” Ilya threw his clothes back on and ran to get to Shane's hotel room. He'd been too far in his head to pay attention to Shane being quiet and shivering after they were done. Shane had stumbled getting out of bed, bumped into furniture, struggled with the door and Ilya had heard it but he'd been too much of a coward to get out of bed and check and now his submissive was sending gibberish texts and that wasn't good.

    “Sorry sorry sorry.” Ilya muttered as he ran. “I’m coming. I’m coming, hold on.” 

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    Something Ilya did not study in English were the forbidden words. Slurs, in English. Why would he? He knew the big ones that he should ‘be careful to not even rhyme with when there’s a camera on him,’ said the Bears’ PR manager, so he didn’t, and that was that.

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    “I need to sleep,” Ilya murmurs next to him on the bed, his voice distant.

    “Yeah, me too,” Shane rushes to agree. His fingers drum against his glass of vodka and he chugs the rest in one go. “I should, uh…” He moves to stand up off the bed, the soiled towel dropping from his stomach, and his knees buckle.

    Shane stumbles but remains upright, his vision blurry. But the glass in his hands slips from his trembling fingers, and, to his absolute horror, shatters all across the floor of Ilya’s penthouse suite.

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    After the hookup where Shane and Ilya didn’t kiss, Shane nearly passes out in his rival’s hotel room.

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    “So,” Ilya starts, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You want tuna melt when we get home?” 

    “What?” Shane says, distracted. “We just had dinner.” 

    “Yes,” Ilya says. “But you had children’s portion.” 

    Shane sends him an incredulous look. “I had two servings.” 

    “Of baby food.” 

    “Ilya.” 

    “Shane.” 

    Shane sighs. “Can we not do this? Please.” 

    Unfortunately for Shane, they must do this.

    Or: Shane's restrictive eating versus Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov.

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    Shane spirals after a disastrous interview.

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